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The church was bustling all through the night.

And because of yet another issue with the sacrificial offering, the cultists were furious tonight, and the Dark Envoy responsible for managing the Necrophages was thrown out to lead the charge.

Although for some reason, carefully nurtured offerings indeed attracted the Necrophages' consumption more.

Those creatures crave flesh and blood, and are drawn to human desires, lacking self-awareness and acting only on instinct.

They don't care whether it is an offering or whether it can be eaten; they bite first and ask questions later.

Previously, the contaminated Necrophages were almost all left to roam, with the cultists allowing them to wander the city's dark nights, attacking ordinary humans, adding chaos to the police's problems.

Only now, their own corner had been inadvertently compromised...

"Damn it, it was always those guys that were never satisfied, demanding the blood of a perfect young girl; otherwise, why would I have gone..."

In the dark woods, a man shrouded in a cloak lurked in a corner, his sinister eyes intently watching the situation near the church.

He didn't dare get close, only managing to remotely control the Necrophages to launch attacks.

He had searched everywhere for a young girl whose blood would please "Lord Black God" for this ritual sacrifice, and it was by chance that he saw the girl walking alone in the alley that night.

She had a superior figure, a superior constitution, and everything from her scent to the emotions she emitted was perfect!

He attacked her then and there!

But it was only when "Black Dog" was ready to devour the girl that he realized that given her dark qualities, she seemed to be an offering cultivated by "Swan"...

Ah, what?

The cultist panicked for a moment, but it was said that "Swan" had nurtured three offerings this time, so discarding one probably shouldn't be too detrimental.

But he didn't dare to bring the girl back, instead, he left her outside, allowing her to transform into a Necrophage on her own.

And today, the incident happened.

The only moderately good news was that his companions thought it was the work of those reckless Necrophages, not realizing that it was he who had accidentally captured the wrong person.

And fortunately, the other two offerings hadn't encountered any issues.

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In a short building not far from the church.

Xu Shuo stood on the rooftop terrace, holding an old-fashioned telescope, and was watching the battle over there with great interest.

Although the cultists feared the holy light of the church, the Necrophages didn't seem to have this restriction, only suffering heavy damage when attacked by holy water and the holy sword.

Indeed, it wasn't a normal world when a church actually had such things...

This was also why he had previously refused to go to the church with Officer Zhang; after all, his body was still somewhat abnormal, and even though the three of them were now cooperating, there was no guarantee the other side wouldn't take the opportunity to do something.

Now, however, seeing that the police and church were not weak, Xu Shuo felt slightly relieved. Continue your saga on m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

At least between the cultists and the church, there should be a balance of power, and on the day of the ritual, one wouldn't expect the situation of allies delivering themselves up on a platter.

After all, the abilities of the Cult Organization "Black Dog" were always too bizarre, and he had to be concerned about this issue.

Xu Shuo, after watching the priest wielding a large knife for a while with the telescope, moved the lens to scan towards the direction of the small woods; even in the distance darkness, he could see clearly.

Within the circular frame of the telescope, there seemed to be a figure that was barely visible, hidden behind a large tree, almost merging with the night.

There was indeed something else.

For those Necrophages to attack the church so orderly, it was impossible to be just instinct.

Xu Shuo thought for a moment, put down the telescope, and slipped into the shadows at his feet.

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When he appeared again, he was closer to the church, and the golden glow from the huge cross above shone down as if illuminating everything.

Xu Shuo looked around curiously, confirming that it was artificial light. The edges of the cross were embedded with a ring of fine light tubes, rather than some metaphysical phenomena.

Although the scene below was quite metaphysical at the moment.

When he got close enough, Xu Shuo faintly heard some strange murmuring voices, with no discernible source, as if something was directly whispering in his mind.

The voices were disorganized and a bit disturbing.

Xu Shuo narrowed his eyes and glanced in the direction of the grove before stepping back a few paces.

The murmuring voice lightened somewhat until he retreated a few more meters and the feeling of thought intrusion finally disappeared.

He appeared on the nearby rooftop, picked up binoculars to survey the direction of the grove, and estimated the straight-line distance to be about fifty meters or so.

This was the distance from which the cultists controlled the Necrophages.

Well, next he could try getting completely close again to see if his mind would completely lose control.

Thinking this, Xu Shuo was about to make his way over when, after sneaking a short distance towards the grove and before he could fully savor the whispers in his mind, he noticed a shadow move in the dark…

The cultist ran away!

Xu Shuo was taken aback, turned his head toward the church, and saw that the priest had finished off the successive Necrophages.

Perhaps, for this very reason, the person who had been controlling the Necrophages chose to leave quickly.

After all, his troops were gone.

Xu Shuo stood there, silent for a while: "..."

Useless cultists, so pathetic!

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"These creatures are really tenacious, aren't they?"

The priest sat on the edge of the flowerbed, shaking off the black viscous substance from his body. His new robe had been contaminated once again in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Sword in his hand, however, still shone gloriously, its embedded gems and diamonds sparkling under the light. The Holy Water used for rinsing the sword had no trace of contamination.

The plants in the flowerbed were now wilting and rotting away, giving off bursts of strange foul smell.

Officer Zhang walked over, crushed the oil-like viscous substance on the ground with the tip of her boot, and said leisurely, "Your thing is quite impressive, it directly turns those Necrophages to ash."

As for the black viscous substance, it was something that sprayed out from the Necrophages, seemingly very corrosive when it first appeared.

The disheveled priest looked up at her with a calm tone, "Did you enjoy the show just now?"

"I couldn't do much either. Bullets don't work on them, and their ability to sneak attack from the shadows in the dark is really troublesome," Officer Zhang sighed, then continued, "But I've thought about it, and I'm going to have my men prepare some strong lights!"

"Strong lights could indeed work," said the priest, still with an indifferent expression.

Seeing this, Officer Zhang approached with a smile, "Come on, don't be angry, I also need to understand the strength of my allies, right?

"After all, our police, to put it bluntly, can only assist and gather information when faced with these weird creatures, we really can't outfight them.

"How about you soak my bullets in Holy Water?"

As they spoke, both paused.

Officer Zhang had just mentioned it offhandedly, but upon thinking it over carefully, it seemed like a good idea, right?

At worst, after soaking them in Holy Water, the priest could pray over them, right?

There's no harm in trying!